Because the arrangement of the ceremony of the concubines this time was very fast, and Yuanmu meant that although time was running out, the style and etiquette that should be had were not missing at all. So the whole palace was busy, and almost all the servants were serving Song Zhao alone.

When Yuan Mu wanted to enthrone Song Zhao as a concubine last time, the auspicious clothes for the concubine's position had been made, and this time it was just in handy.

The servant from the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent the Jifu to ask Song Zhao to try whether the clothes fit together, but Song Zhao pretended to trip and accidentally fell to the ground, cutting a conspicuous hole in the Jifu.

This scared the servant who gave clothes.

You should know that this auspicious costume is a symbol of auspiciousness. Before the enthronement ceremony, the auspicious costume was destroyed, not only did others lose their heads, but it was not good for Song Zhao's reputation if it was spread.

He was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. At this moment, Concubine Zhuang walked in with a smile.

"Oh, I want to congratulate Concubine Hua on her sister, ah...this is..." Concubine Zhuang looked at Song Zhao's broken auspicious clothes and shook her head, "What should I do?"

Song Zhao looked worried, "Sister Zhuang must not speak out. It is unlucky to have auspicious service to become such a good match. I have just passed the theory of the Imperial Heaven Supervision of the celestial phenomena and I don't want to have any connection with those bad things anymore."

Concubine Zhuang nodded and then asked the servants of the Interior Office to step down with a mysterious look on their face.

When she left, she closed the room and pulled Song Zhao aside, muttering in a low voice: "This clothes cannot be sent back to the Interior Office. No matter how much money the servants in the Interior Office give, it will not work. They all listen to the emperor and will definitely tell the emperor about this."

"This...what should I do?" Song Zhao looked at the broken and worried face on her clothes. "I have rough hands and feet and don't understand Nu Hong. I hope that I will definitely see the flaws of this clothes. Isn't it even more a serious crime to be discovered by others when I'm discovered that it is not reported?"

Concubine Zhuang took Song Zhao's hand and patted the back of her hand, comforting her, "Sister is trustworthy sister? I am somewhat sure that such damage can be repaired without leaving any trace."

Song Zhao seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and was extremely grateful to Concubine Zhuang.

She also saw what Zhuang Pin was thinking.

This time, she had no bad intentions, and she really wanted to show kindness to her because of her fear of Song Zhao.

If a woman in the harem cannot be favored by the emperor and wants to survive in the palace, she must live a life like walking on thin ice every day.

She offended Su Rouze last time when she pretended to be sick. Seeing that Song Zhao was in power, she had a tendency to be on par with Su Rouze. She couldn't lick her face and flatter her?

Her embroidery work was really good. In just half an hour, she could not see any flaws in Song Zhao's auspicious clothes.

Song Zhao tried it again and looked at himself in the mirror and was overjoyed, "Sister is really a good craft!"

Zhuangpin humbled himself, "I am idle in the palace every day, so I can only do some needlework to pass the time. It is one thing to congratulate my sister Xinxi today, and in addition, I actually have selfish thoughts."

"Sister, but it's okay."

"It's a bit hard to say... On the long street that day, I didn't intend to humiliate you, but was stunned for a moment. I regretted it afterwards, and I hope you don't care about it."

"How could it be?" Song Zhao smiled brightly, "Sister was worried too much. I was indeed the first to be ahead of the day. Speaking of which, I would think that I would compensate my sister first, right?"
Chapter completed!